Smooth and Easy

We kicked the day off smooth and easy, starting with Will pretzeling himself around my arm saying, “Mom, don’t go away”. You can’t argue with something like that, so we stayed in bed a little longer until he popped up his head of blonde curls wanting eggs. When the sun streaming through the window grew more intense we shifted into the kitchen to meet his request. Just as I started to break the yoke, the meltdown happened…

Apparently his Batman toy doesn’t hold the weapons properly, resulting in Batman’s sword fighting skills to be flimsy. Will’s dissatisfaction in my inability to fix this problem made for the biggest 360 meltdown ever! 

Needless to say, my smooth and easy morning has transformed into hard and fast. I’m packing beach bags, peanut butter sandwiches, bathing suits, and a cranky toddler, and running out the front door.

In the meantime, here are some of our smooth and easy moments from the other day.

Disclosure: there are not many photos of my first born in this post because she was busy snorkeling... But fret not, there’s plenty of my feisty tot.

I hope your day is smooth and easy, friends!

Love, Emmie

Two.

My baby squirrel bravely leaps a little higher, is slightly more bushy tailed, and the curiosity in his dark beady eyes ignites a little brighter. He moves freely and smoothly, full of confidence because he knows he turned two, and two only means double the adventure and twice the independence.

His little soul is like a Dreamcatcher – only allowing the brilliant goodness to remain while his fears, worries, and indifference filters through and leaves with the light of day. His spark vividly burns, wild and free, ready to take on the world. And with that, it’ll carry him through to achieve great things.

Life is full.

His life is full.

And with him, my life is full.

 

My imagination sees you, like a painting by Van Gogh. Starry nights and bright sunflowers, follow you where you may go. Oh, I've loved you from the start, in every single way and more each passing day.You are brighter than the stars. Believe me when I say, It's not about your scars, It's all about your heart.  ~Kendra Lowe

Love,
Mama
(Maaaaaaaaaaa, as Wills says)